He was a tall, gray-eyed boy,
For half a year younger than me,
He brought me a white rose,
Muscat white roses,
And he asked me gently: "Can
Are you sitting on the rocks?»
I was laughing: "What do I want roses?
Just prick hurts!" - "What, —
He replied, - then I do,
If so, I fell in love with you ".
And I felt sorry: "Stupid! —
I asked. - What are you - Prince?»
It was the gray-eyed boy,
For half a year younger than me.
"I want to marry you, —
He said, - I will soon become adults
And I'll go with you to the north ... "
Cried the tall boy,
Because I did not want
neither the roses, or travel north.